A – signifies content with adult themes or dangerous stunts;GV – used for stories depicting graphic violence (stabbing someone is meh, describing the specifics of the blow, the viscerae and the pain is graphic);S – used for stories with sexual references/situations;D – used for stories with explicit drug references or drug use; (the difference between saying wyches use drugs, and treating them like junkies)N – used for stories containing nudity;

The blade slides smoothly under the brined flesh. Azaric separates fat, skin and muscle cleanly from the mon-keigh under his knife. She moans in delightful agony as he continues his work. She is unable to move, her body paralyzed by the drugs he has been injecting into her for days now, but the pain she feels is heightened to unimagined levels.

Her flesh is sunkissed and supple. Perfect for the boots he prepares for his lord. Azaric is a masterful cordwainer (shoemaker) whose art was perfected over a millennia. He uses the flesh of the lesser races to craft exquisite shoes of all styles. He knows just how to prepare the leather while the host animal is still alive.

From the captured he picks the ones with the most pride in their eyes. Those who even after seeing the terror of Commorragh, keep confidence in their survival. Azaric chooses the prideful ones because their flesh yields the best results. Their screams bleed into his work, giving the undeniable air of despair. He, like all his kind, know the pride his victims feel is a shallow emotion reserved for the lesser, barely sentient, races. A lesson he delights in showing his subjects over the many weeks in which he turns their skin to leather while he impregnates them with fear and shame.

Pride is naught but a pale shadow when compared to the overwhelming transcendence from the clear scream of terror in the heat of a raid; from the ruination visible in the eyes of the captured; from the sweet taste of blood misted into the air; or even from the perfect stitch.

Azaric holds the square of flesh cut from the mon-keigh’s inner thigh in his hand. He marvels at what his skill has wrought. She watches, paralyzed eyes unblinking, as he examines a piece of her. The salted solution she soaks in laps at her raw thigh sending vibrations of pain up through her body and escaping from her lips.

On a table nearby is her severed foot, broken and twisted into a new form. The cordwainer drapes her flesh over the foot and stitches it into place. The mon-keigh’s bare breasts rise and fall more rapidly. The paralytic drugs begin to wane. She can wiggle her fingers. Freedom begins to return to her remaining limbs as the monster crafts a boot from her skin.

She can move. A knife is within reach. The cordwainer continues to work. Her body aches and her muscles feel atrophied as she escapes from the soaking solution. She steadies herself with a hand on the tub. Her heart burns. As her last act she desires to kill the monster for her emperor, for her ruined body, for her stolen pride. She raises the blade to strike.

Azaric turns to her, a gleam in his eye, and his translator speaks, “How thoughtful to bring the knife. We have so much work to do.”

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Really like the creativity and darkness of the idea, just a few points:Paragraph 1: she moans ... his work. Her body paralyzed from the drugs..... I think the period should be a comma(seems more logical), and change from to by.

Paragraph 4: For is not pride...I think you missed a word here.

_________________Sadistic space elves on drugs using poisoned whips and flying around in Jabba the Hutt slave barges... What's not to like?

I don't think so. English is a ridiculous language and this does make sense in its sentence.EDIT: Re-read the sentence; the phrase you highlighted needs a question mark at the end of the sentence for it to make sense, but the sentence used is a bit too long for it to happen.

Really like the creativity and darkness of the idea, just a few points:Paragraph 1: she moans ... his work. Her body paralyzed from the drugs..... I think the period should be a comma(seems more logical), and change from to by.

I don't think so. English is a ridiculous language and this does make sense in its sentence.EDIT: Re-read the sentence; the phrase you highlighted needs a question mark at the end of the sentence for it to make sense, but the sentence used is a bit too long for it to happen.

The question, at least the way I intended it, is rhetorical and in most grammar sites I have visited they do not require a question mark.

Thank you for your input!

EDIT: After thinking over your concerns about it requiring a question mark, I decided to change the sentence to try and make the idea more clear.

Definitely a solid piece! I don't even have any suggestions. I was worried about halfway through that no conflict was going to emerge, but you took me all the way out to Mordor and then brought me right back to the Shire. Great stuff!

This is very atmospheric and you nailed the um, graphical aspect to the proverbial boot. Great opener, sets the tone perfectly and puts the reader in mind of what the captured mon-keigh is feeling. The bit about "fat, skin and muscle" really carves the image into the mind.

What I most appreciated was the way you stitched in the sexual metaphor of the piece, "impregnate" with fear, "moans" of pain etc. The thing I really like in most short fiction is cleverness, and you've shown it here with admirable subtlety.

I'll nitpick one thing, since I believe we'll be partially judged on grammar:

There are just an array of wonderful little touches here and it really pulls the piece together beautifully. The sexual undertone, the examination of a simple job in Commoragh (an aspect of the DE that I *love* exploring) and even just a lot of the description. This is horror at its finest.